The Other Side of the Story

The normal high school student, Raven, needs to analyse the famous fairy tale of Snow White. Thinking this as easy, she soon uncovers the truth about the perfect Snow White, and realizes it is much deeper, raw and tragic than the story we all know so "well".

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38. A Surprising Revelation.

Ravenna had passed the hallway and was well over halfway there. Her head whipped from side to side, frantically searching for someone who might discover her escape. Her hand touched the velvety walls as she went along, and she carefully treaded on the cold marble floor, that was black and white in pattern. Ravenna’s eyes skimmed across the many paintings of her ancestors, and the King’s, as she silently walked along. Her legs had regained the ability to walk, so fortunately they were working properly. Ravenna’s head was still pounding, and once in a while she had to stop and crouch down, as to alleviate the pain.
 

“What an odd thing. I am sneaking around in my own home, as if I were a thief.” She thought to herself, and chuckled for the first time in days. How desperately she needed a little laughter, a little light in her life.

But then the short flash of joy ended, and she remembered where she was going and why.

Her white hospital dress looked like a gown one might where at a ball. It was slim fitting, yet still loose and complimented her physique perfectly. The dress was so long that the white cloth hung behind her, following her every move, dragging along on the floor. She looked regal, even though she was technically a “patient” and she had an injury.

As she walked along, a pang of rage flashed inside her. An image on the wall had triggered her hate; her anger. A boy, laying in the grass, his blue eyes and black hair shining in the sun. Charles. It was painted only weeks before his…murder. That thought made Ravenna stop, and look straight ahead. Her child had been murdered. Killed. Destroyed. Her only purpose in life was to protect her children and make sure they were safe. She had failed.

Tears welled in her eyes and she sank to the floor. The love for her family overwhelmed her, and the pain for losing her son made her ache in every fiber of her body. She wept and cried until she no more tears were forthcoming. She ran her hand hopelessly through her long brown hair, and looked up at the table beside her. It was made of ebony, carved with majestic curves and filled with complicated designs. On it stood a gorgeous floral vase, filled with dried roses. Withered and dead were they, but somehow they managed to keep their spirits in place. It was still a rose – just in the form of the afterlife. They were still intricate and woven with pure beauty.

With a shaking hand Ravenna slowly lifted her arm and pulled down the vase. She smelled the flowers and closed her fist around the heads of the roses. She crumbled them to pieces, one by one. When ruining the last one, the Queen tentatively lifted the vase up to her ear. Her eyes quickly flashed up to the picture of her son, and refreshed with rage she threw it across the hall, making it shatter into a million pieces and land with a heartbreaking noise on the floor. Ravenna quickly got up, as she knew someone would have heard this, and as she turned to walk away, she glanced at the mess she had made. She thought it amazing that she could recreate exactly how she felt inside, with an act of pure hate and recklessness.

For that is what she looked like in her mind and her soul. It was filled with chaos.

Her last thought before plunging back into her plan was this:

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Snow White is gone. Forever."

- End of chapter twenty four
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